i turned back, to a chapter in my past
i walked through the pages, reading of my my mistakes
reminicing of the way we were
though armed with pencil and eraser; i made careful not to erase my quandries.
but added to the end of this chapter
so though i didnt erase my mistakes, i did attempt to correct them
finally satisfied with the end result, i stopped.
i admired my work, showing of how far ive come
then i walked out that door, closing it; never again to return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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then i walked out that door, closing it; never again to return, yes that all we should do, well wirte dear, lovely poem